Thursday, May 23, 2024
A Pro-football Kicker's Perspective
Saturday, May 18, 2024
MAGA and The Wide Awakes
Tuesday, May 14, 2024
Idiot Wind
I read a short article concerning a comment made by the republican presidential candidate at a rally this past weekend. The comment that was quoted concerned the increase of Chinese illegal immigrants being encountered at the border.
Since the demographics of those particular immigrants are mostly men in their twenties and thirties, the obvious conclusion must be that they are here to form an army to wage war against America, so said the candidate.
Notwithstanding the obvious fact that men of that age group are also more likely to be seeking work, being such an able bodied demographic, and that there is absolutely no evidence of such a conspiracy, one would think that such an observation would be greeted with a shake of the head.
One could say that, at best, it is just political rhetoric, although, at worst, one could say that it reflects the inherent racism that permeates that particular candidate.
For the last few years, my daughter and daughter-in-law have been hosting a mother-daughter Mother's Day weekend. Since we have only one car now, I drove my wife to the Harrisburg area where we met the other mom who drove the two of them to the celebration.
It was on the way to pick up Nora on the return from the weekend that I played the Bob Dylan CD "Blood on the Tracks", which is one of my favorites.
I hadn't heard the album in a while, and while I remembered most of the songs, including the iconic "Tangled Up In Blue", I had forgotten about the song called "Idiot Wind".
Here are the lyrics
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They're planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick
But when they will I can only guess
They say I shot a man named Gray
And took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks
And when she died it came to me
I can't help it if I'm lucky
And they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas
Images and distorted facts
Even you, yesterday
You had to ask me where it was at
I couldn't believe after all these years
You didn't know me better than that
Sweet lady
Blowing every time you move your mouth
Blowing down the back roads headin' south
Idiot wind
Blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe
Who said, "beware of lightning that might strike"
I haven't known peace and quiet
For so long I can't remember what it's like
There's a lone soldier on the cross
Smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done
In the final end he won the wars
After losin' every battle
Daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare
Shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars
You hurt the ones that I love best
And cover up the truth with lies
One day you'll be in the ditch
Flies buzzin' around your eyes
Blood on your saddle
Blowing through the flowers on your tomb
Blowing through the curtains in your room
Idiot wind
Blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe
And destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage
But it just wasn't enough to change my heart
Now everything's a little upside down
As a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
What's good is bad, what's bad is good
You'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom
Your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore
Your mouth has changed
Your eyes don't look into mine
The priest wore black on the seventh day
And sat stone-faced while the building burned
I waited for you on the running boards
Near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned
Slowly into autumn
Blowing like a circle around my skull
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol
Idiot wind
Blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe
I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door
I been wishin' I was somebody else instead
Down the highway, down the tracks
Down the road to ecstasy
I followed you beneath the stars
Hounded by your memory
And all your ragin' glory
For the very last time and now I'm finally free
I kissed goodbye the howling beast
On the borderline which separated you from me
You'll never know the hurt I suffered
Nor the pain I rise above
And I'll never know the same about you
Your holiness or your kind of love
And it makes me feel so sorry
Blowing through the buttons of our coats
Blowing through the letters that we wrote
Idiot wind
Blowing through the dust upon our shelves
We're idiots, babe
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves
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Obviously, there is a lot to unpack in that song. And, of course, Bob Dylan was not referring to Donald Trump when he wrote it in 1974. When I researched the meaning according to Dylan, I found numerous comments and interpretations, but most center around the hurt and betrayal that occur when a relationship ends, and the words of one's ex-lover which blow forth "every time you move your mouth", every time you move your teeth".
Still, as I cruised along the turnpike, I immediately thought of the ex-president's comment while the song played. It not just that he routinely makes extraordinarily virulent comments about the topics of the day, but that his words are accepted, even welcomed, by a swath of our electorate who are all too willing to bask in the hatred that prejudice creates, all in the name of making America great.
The actual fact, that it is immigrants that made America great, seems lost on far too many people, many whom are only first and second generation Americans themselves. It general, it was immigrants who built our skyscrapers, highway system, and power generation network, and specifically, was Chinese immigrants who were instrumental in laying the tracks for our intercontinental railway system.
Idiot Wind.
At this point, I imagine that for the foreseeable future, I will think of this description every time I see Trump speaking. His remarks seem so preposterous, his words just so much wind whistling through his teeth.
Yet it is just not him, as his words find willing receptacles in the ears of many Americans.
Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press, or fake news, as Trump likes to say.
What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top, you're on the bottom, which is the calling card of an agent of chaos.
Blowing like a circle around my skull, from the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol, which oozes even more meaning in light of January 6th.
Whether time will pass and Trump's idiot wind will be mentioned with Joe McCarthy, is far from certain. But perhaps we can hope that in the not so distant future, those he has duped will echo the lines:
I been double-crossed now
For the very last time and now I'm finally free
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I referred to a Bob Dylan song once before, in a post from 2015. Here is a link to that post.
https://wurdsfromtheburbs.blogspot.com/2015/12/god-on-our-side.html
Sunday, May 12, 2024
National Parks, Conservation and Exploitation
When I first log in to this blog, I generally review the posts that have been accessed in the past seven days, just to give me a glimpse of which of my thoughts have been recently read. Usually the most hits are for those I have recently posted, or referenced in those recent posts.
But sometimes a post appears that I haven't thought about recently, or, frankly, do not remember writing. Considering that I am approaching 600 posts since I began this blog in 2010, I interpret that admission, not as a reflection of my advancing age and slightly diminishing memory, but as an acknowledgement of just how many different topics I have touched upon. A point of pride, if you will.
Anyway, the more interesting aspect of this concept is that I was intending to post about the book I just finished, a book called "Leave No Footprints" by Conor Knighton, to which I referenced in my last post. What is interesting is that as I was thinking about this post and the book, I planned on commenting at some point about how Americans value our wonderful national park system, and about how all Americans seem to share that admiration, regardless of political affiliation.
And then I saw that the following post was read by someone, somewhere.
https://wurdsfromtheburbs.blogspot.com/2014/09/conservatives-and-conservationists.html
Now, to be clear, I know many people who vote Republican, many people who who label themselves conservative (as opposed to liberal), who have traveled extensively throughout America to our various national parks, state parks, or other such "protected" areas. They are just as amazed and humbled by the magnificent natural wonders that are on display at these places as I have been, and are just as adamant that they should be maintained so that future generations can enjoy them as much as they have, and will continue to do.
If you were to read Knighton's book, you will gain an even more profound appreciation for these places, as he has masterfully related, not just his personal experience of visiting all of our national parks in one calendar year, but the history behind some of those parks, how they were "discovered", who advocated for them, and how they are maintained.
And how fragile they are in terms of the struggle for funding, and their vulnerability to the existential threat posed by climate change.
This past week, there was a story circulating in the news about a meeting between the Republican Presidential candidate and the various CEO's of the fossil fuel industry. It was reported that a request was made by the candidate for $1 billion in support for his candidacy in exchange for expanding their ability to drill in federally owned lands, reversing the current push for electric vehicles, and eliminating various environmental standards which make it harder for the fossil fuel industry to extract oil and gas.
Now, while I am sure that no one present at that meeting was advocating for drilling in Yosemite or Yellowstone, there was certainly the option of opening up more extraction projects in other federal land that is less protected from exploitation.
While the thought itself is abhorrent to conservationists, it is just another transactional approach by the ultimate transactional politician whose only yardstick is what can do the most for him.
This is the essence of what bothers me the most about my friends and family who vote Republican yet wax poetic about their visits to our national parks or other such natural wonders. They are sincere in relating the wonderful experiences they have had, are awed by the extent of how blessed we are to live in a country with so many wondrous outdoor places to see, yet continue to vote for people who have very little concern about conserving those very same places.
There is a chapter in Knighton's book called God (other chapters are labelled such things as Water, Sound, Mountains, Food) in which the author connects the beauty of a few of the national parks with the awesome power of creation, and the ability of being in nature to connect one to the force which created everything.
The best way to explain it is by comparing the power and humility and respect that some people feel towards their god while in church. For the author, who admits to not being a very religious person, being in nature provides that same feeling for him, and for many people whom he refers to in the book, people like John Muir and Teddy Roosevelt, among many, many others, who also experienced such awe and worship for nature but then went the next step and helped preserve those places that inspired them.
While most of us may never achieve the distinction of being responsible for helping to create a national park, we can all do our part by voting for people who hold a similar respect for nature.
One of the major issues facing our country is the all-or-nothing approach we see exhibited in discussions of our problems. The my-way-or-the-highway approach that eschews compromise or finding common ground.
For a country that claims to be the greatest in history, the ability to provide the necessary energy to maintain our standard of living while also protecting our natural wonders from exploitation should be possible. It is not a zero sum game. We can do both, but first we have to acknowledge that both can be possible.
When it was determined that burning coal was spewing all kinds of contaminants into the air, scrubbers were required to reduce such pollution. And, while it was true that these scrubbers cost money, and that some of those costs were passed down to the consumers, well, what price should we place on clear air?
Frankly, considering that the fossil fuel industry makes billions in profits while also receiving subsidies from our tax money, I would prefer that those companies be required to absorb the costs of their degradation of our environment, as the cost of doing business, but I am willing to compromise that each of us, producers as well as consumers, should shoulder some cost so as to keep our air breathable.
A similar argument can be made for those businesses who pollute our water.
Again, isn't worth a few extra dollars a month to know that your children can go outside without a mask? Or can drink out of the tap in the kitchen without worrying about lead or arsenic in the water?
In a recent post called One Head, Two Thoughts, I commented on the seeming lack of ability for Americans to have two contradictory thoughts in our heads at once. In the post I was referring to the ability to condemn both the October 7th Hamas atrocity and the current slaughter of Palestinian women and children. Condemning both does not reveal anything more insidious than the fact that one believes that murdering people is not a good thing.
I have my own personal problem with balancing two particular thoughts in my head at once, those thoughts being that I feel we have already passed the tipping point on the eventual demise of our democracy, and our environment, and the belief in humanity's ability to rouse itself from its complacency and address our common problems as a unified world.
I hold both of these thoughts at once, express each over the other at certain times through my social commentaries and stories.
Sometimes I am happy that I have less time alive in front of me than behind, so I don't see the ramifications of our shortsightedness, and the suffering that our choices will create.
At other times, I regret that I won't be around when the next greatest generation figures it all out as I detailed in the following story.
https://wurdsfromtheburbs.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-next-greatest-generation.html
Regardless of how it all turns out, in the short run I recommend reading "Leave Only Footprints", or better yet, read it as you embark on your own tour of our national parks.